I do NOT own the song "Cowboy Take Me Away". To the best of my knowledge, it belongs to the Dixie Chicks. I'm just using it in this fanfic WITHOUT hopes of any financial gain. And to the anonymous review for chapter four, I would like to take this time to point out that that chapter DID have just about EVERYTHING to do with The Outsiders. If you read my story "I'll be That Girl", and the story by Rockabye called "Life as a Greaser", you'll find that to be true. And may I remind you that this is a FANfic. I am the fan and this is my fic. I have the ability and the right to make up characters and add them in here as I see fit since it does happen to be MY story. So, a word of advice, do not make assumptions before you know the whole deal. I am not angry and I am not trying to critize someone else's opinion of my work, but it just kinda bugged me that a person told me to use S.E. Hinton's characters, when I HAVE been doing that. And if I offended said person, feel free to email me and we can have a nice talk about it. If I hurt your feelings with my mean words, just let me know. Okay? Well, with that said, we can get along with my story now. Thank you!
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Cowboy Take Me Away--Sequal to 30 Minutes.
By: £ Angel Marquin £
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Angel woke up recluntly, just like every morning for the past month. The pain that Johnny's death had caused her was slowly eating away at her. Justice had been served for his death, sure, but that didn't bring him back. The soc that shot him had been tired and found guilty. He was serving life penalty for manslaughter. Angel thought they were letting him off easy. To her mind, he should have been put on death row. She would never fully be able to cope with the loss. Johnny was her friend, her lover, her rock, her heartmate. He was her world, for the love of pete. None of the gang would ever fully except the fact that Johnny was never coming back. Dally and Angel, who knew him the best, suffered together. They moved in together and comforted one another when their nightmares woke them screaming and crying.
Stretching slowly, Angel looked over at Dallas. He was sleeping soundly now. Last night, he'd woken up, screaming and shaking like a stuck pig. The nightmares were taking their toll on poor Dally. He had bags under his eyes from where he was losing sleep, either from not wanting to sleep so he could escape the dreams or because he would stay awake half the night sometimes calming Angel down. Gently, Angel brushed a small bit of hair out of her lover's face. He sighed, pulling her closer to him.
"Good morning," he said quietly. "Did you just wake up?"
"Yeah," Angel said as she buried her face against his bare shoulder. "Been thinking alot lately, you know? I just can't help but think about him. Is it wrong even after all of this time that we should be doing this?"
"I'm not sure," said the tow-headed greaser, kissing the top of Angel's head delicately. "I just don't know. What do you think?"
"I don't know what I think," sobbed Angel, the effort of crying making her frail body shake viloently. "I don't want to get up in the mornings. I can't take living here anymore. I just want to get away from everything and everyone. I want to pick up and leave."
"What do you mean, Angie?"
//I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly//
Dallas pulled her back slightly to look into her pleading blue eyes. She wanted to leave this life behind. She wanted to leave all of the heartache. He would do anything she asked of him and he knew it. He couldn't and wouldn't deny her of anything.
"I want to leave here," she said, throwing herself back into his arms. "I want to go somewhere where it's wild and free. Somewhere I can walk on the bare earth, no pavement. Somewhere I can grow flowers anywhere I want. Somewhere that no one can find us."
//I wanna sleep on the hard ground
In the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of bluebonnets
In a blanket made of stars
Oh it sounds good to me I said//
She started crying even harder, almost screaming now. She really wanted to leave. He couldn't blame her. Angelina Marquin was someone who didn't take loss very well. She was like a frail bird inside, no matter what walls she put up to convince people otherwise. No one but he, Tim and Curly Shepard, and Johnny knew that about her. She could fool everyone else, but once a person got close to her like they four had, she was about as open as a book.
"I just want to sleep outside sometimes, you know? I want to be able to see the stars at night perfectly clear. I want to just lie there in your arms on cold nights, you the only one around. That sounds so good. Doesn't it, Dally?"
"Yes, Angel, it does. Tell me more, kitten."
//Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you//
"I just want you to take me away from here for good, Dallas. My handsome cowboy," she pleaded, stroking the side of his face with her frail, cold hands. "I want you to set me free. I want to be closer to you than I ever have been before."
"What else, Angie?"
//I wanna walk and not run
I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon
And not see a building standing tall//
"I just want to get away from all of this soc and greaser crap," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her small fists. "I'm tired of it all! I shouldn't be classified by the car I drive or what I do with my hair or how I act or how much money I have! We're all people! We should be classified by our personalities and our characters! We have that right as americans!"
"I know, babydoll, I know," whispered Dallas, holding her to him tightly. He was crying again. Not just for himself, but for Angel and everything she had lost to this city. He was crying for Angel, for their love, for Johnny, for the gang. He was even crying out of hatred for the soc that had killed their Johnnycake. He was just crying to release all of that tension that had been kept inside of him for years on end. Finally, with this girl here in his arms, he could let out all of the pain that he had kept inside of him, hidden from the world.
"I don't want to see all of these stupid buildings! I hate the cities! I just want to go somewhere where there aren't any buildings to look at."
//I wanna be the only one
For miles and miles
Except for maybe you
And your simple smile//
"I just want to be the only ones for miles around," she sobbed. "Just me and you. All alone and no one else." She kissed him on the lips, holding his face between her small hands. They were both crying freely, neither one caring at the moment. They both knew that they were going to leave from here.
//Oh it sounds good to me
Yes it sounds so good to me//
"That sounds wonderful to me," Dally said.
//Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you//
They both started packing and threw everything into Buck Merril's old T-Bird, which Dally had borrowed eariler and hadn't gotten around to returning yet. Angel was shaking, both from the sadness and the anticipation of finally getting away.
They had left a note for the gang on the Curtis' door. They were really going through with this. Angel was finally becoming free, just her and her cowboy. He was her knight in shining...uh...cowboy boots. {Lol, Heavi!}
//I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something
Wild and unruly
Oh it sounds so good to me//
"Do you really want to do this," Angel asked when they came to a fork in the road that would take them to either the country like she wanted or back the way they came.
"Of course, Angel," Dallas said, looking at her a bit strangely. "You want this and all I want in life is for you to be happy. This is what I want, too."
"If you don't want to do this, you can turn around right now," said the blond, seeming to ignore his comment. "I won't stop you or force you into something that you don't want. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Angel. And this is why I'm here right now. I love you and I want to be with you for as long as I can. This sounds wonderful to me."
"It sounds so good to me, too," Angel said happily, lacing her fingers with his and smiling as Dallas went down the dirth path to the countryside.
//Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you
Closer to you
Cowboy take me away,
Closer to you//
{Three happy months later...}
Angel breathed in deeply. The scent of wildflowers was all around her as she sat down in the middle of her garden. This is surely what heaven must be like, Angel thought to herself happily.
As she reached down to pick a bright red flower, the kind that Dallas loved to see in her hair, she heard a noise that made her blood run cold. But before she could grab the switchblade she kept in her pocket from old habit, there was a sharp pain in her arm and she knew that this was the beginning of the end.
"DALLAS," she screamed at the top of her lungs. The door slammed open and Dallas came running out of the house with his gun like the devil was after him.
"Angel," he called, looking around for her wildly.
"Dally," she yelled, tears running down her cheeks as she clutched at the bend of her elbow, trying to stop the bleeding.
Dally rushed over to her side as fast as his legs would carry him. He gasped as he saw her wound. It was a snake bite. One of the fangs was still in the arm and it was bleeding rapidly. What were you supposed to do for snake bites, he thought rapidly. What did you do?
"Angie, it's all right," Dallas said trying to assure her as much as himself that everything was under control. Gently, he pulled the fang out at the exact moment another snake came to avenge it's commrad. This one bit one of Angel's calves, not letting go until it was good and ready. Dallas cocked his gun and blew it's head off as soon as it had let go of Angel.
Carefully, he picked her up and carried her in the house. He laid her down on their bed and ran to call the doctor.
"What do you mean it's gonna take three hours for someone to get out here," Dallas yelled into the phone at the lady who had answered. "She's gonna die of snake poison by then!"
"Sir, we're doing all we can," the woman yelled back in a panicked voice. "We can't go any faster!"
"Damnit," Dallas yelled, slamming the phone down on it's craddle. Three hours? And then they would have to treat her, that would take more time. It became clear to him that his Angel was going to die this day. But hell freeze over if he was going to give up that easily.
"Angie, honey," he asked weakly, kneeling beside the bed. "I'm so scared."
"I am too," she sobbed, fighting to control herself. She was shaking and sweating, all at the same time. Her skin was damp and pale.
"I'm-I'm gonna suck the poison out of your leg, darling," he said shakily, pushing the bedsheet away so her bitten leg was exposed. It had stopped bleeding but it was turning a sickly green and purple color.
"That won't work," she stated calmly as she could. "That only works in the movies. You'll die of poison, too."
"I know," Dallas admitted, closing his eyes against the tears. "But I would rather be dead with you and Johnny than here without either one of you."
"Don't," Angel protested weakly, but she couldn't stop him in her weakened condition. Dallas gently sucked on her pale, silky smooth calf, drawing some of the poison out and swallowed it all in one gulp.
"You dumbass," she said half-heartedly. "You're so stupid...why did you throw your life away for me..."
"Because I love you," was Dallas' only answer to her question.
Dallas climbed up beside her and took her shaking body into his arms. They muttered comforting love words to one another. And in a few hours, they both died, locked together like that.
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That's it for this chapter. I feel kinda strange writing these, but it's helping me get all of my frustrations out. But you know, there aren't many reviews for this story. Oh well, I can't really do anything to force you people to review. I would LIKE for you to review but I can't force you to. Please, review if you are reading this. It would make me feel better about my writing which I think sucks. Please review. I'm just asking for you to review. It's not like I'm asking for you to move the stars for me. Please. Later Days, Loyal Readers. Review.
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Cowboy Take Me Away--Sequal to 30 Minutes.
By: £ Angel Marquin £
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Angel woke up recluntly, just like every morning for the past month. The pain that Johnny's death had caused her was slowly eating away at her. Justice had been served for his death, sure, but that didn't bring him back. The soc that shot him had been tired and found guilty. He was serving life penalty for manslaughter. Angel thought they were letting him off easy. To her mind, he should have been put on death row. She would never fully be able to cope with the loss. Johnny was her friend, her lover, her rock, her heartmate. He was her world, for the love of pete. None of the gang would ever fully except the fact that Johnny was never coming back. Dally and Angel, who knew him the best, suffered together. They moved in together and comforted one another when their nightmares woke them screaming and crying.
Stretching slowly, Angel looked over at Dallas. He was sleeping soundly now. Last night, he'd woken up, screaming and shaking like a stuck pig. The nightmares were taking their toll on poor Dally. He had bags under his eyes from where he was losing sleep, either from not wanting to sleep so he could escape the dreams or because he would stay awake half the night sometimes calming Angel down. Gently, Angel brushed a small bit of hair out of her lover's face. He sighed, pulling her closer to him.
"Good morning," he said quietly. "Did you just wake up?"
"Yeah," Angel said as she buried her face against his bare shoulder. "Been thinking alot lately, you know? I just can't help but think about him. Is it wrong even after all of this time that we should be doing this?"
"I'm not sure," said the tow-headed greaser, kissing the top of Angel's head delicately. "I just don't know. What do you think?"
"I don't know what I think," sobbed Angel, the effort of crying making her frail body shake viloently. "I don't want to get up in the mornings. I can't take living here anymore. I just want to get away from everything and everyone. I want to pick up and leave."
"What do you mean, Angie?"
//I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly//
Dallas pulled her back slightly to look into her pleading blue eyes. She wanted to leave this life behind. She wanted to leave all of the heartache. He would do anything she asked of him and he knew it. He couldn't and wouldn't deny her of anything.
"I want to leave here," she said, throwing herself back into his arms. "I want to go somewhere where it's wild and free. Somewhere I can walk on the bare earth, no pavement. Somewhere I can grow flowers anywhere I want. Somewhere that no one can find us."
//I wanna sleep on the hard ground
In the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of bluebonnets
In a blanket made of stars
Oh it sounds good to me I said//
She started crying even harder, almost screaming now. She really wanted to leave. He couldn't blame her. Angelina Marquin was someone who didn't take loss very well. She was like a frail bird inside, no matter what walls she put up to convince people otherwise. No one but he, Tim and Curly Shepard, and Johnny knew that about her. She could fool everyone else, but once a person got close to her like they four had, she was about as open as a book.
"I just want to sleep outside sometimes, you know? I want to be able to see the stars at night perfectly clear. I want to just lie there in your arms on cold nights, you the only one around. That sounds so good. Doesn't it, Dally?"
"Yes, Angel, it does. Tell me more, kitten."
//Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you//
"I just want you to take me away from here for good, Dallas. My handsome cowboy," she pleaded, stroking the side of his face with her frail, cold hands. "I want you to set me free. I want to be closer to you than I ever have been before."
"What else, Angie?"
//I wanna walk and not run
I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon
And not see a building standing tall//
"I just want to get away from all of this soc and greaser crap," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her small fists. "I'm tired of it all! I shouldn't be classified by the car I drive or what I do with my hair or how I act or how much money I have! We're all people! We should be classified by our personalities and our characters! We have that right as americans!"
"I know, babydoll, I know," whispered Dallas, holding her to him tightly. He was crying again. Not just for himself, but for Angel and everything she had lost to this city. He was crying for Angel, for their love, for Johnny, for the gang. He was even crying out of hatred for the soc that had killed their Johnnycake. He was just crying to release all of that tension that had been kept inside of him for years on end. Finally, with this girl here in his arms, he could let out all of the pain that he had kept inside of him, hidden from the world.
"I don't want to see all of these stupid buildings! I hate the cities! I just want to go somewhere where there aren't any buildings to look at."
//I wanna be the only one
For miles and miles
Except for maybe you
And your simple smile//
"I just want to be the only ones for miles around," she sobbed. "Just me and you. All alone and no one else." She kissed him on the lips, holding his face between her small hands. They were both crying freely, neither one caring at the moment. They both knew that they were going to leave from here.
//Oh it sounds good to me
Yes it sounds so good to me//
"That sounds wonderful to me," Dally said.
//Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you//
They both started packing and threw everything into Buck Merril's old T-Bird, which Dally had borrowed eariler and hadn't gotten around to returning yet. Angel was shaking, both from the sadness and the anticipation of finally getting away.
They had left a note for the gang on the Curtis' door. They were really going through with this. Angel was finally becoming free, just her and her cowboy. He was her knight in shining...uh...cowboy boots. {Lol, Heavi!}
//I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something
Wild and unruly
Oh it sounds so good to me//
"Do you really want to do this," Angel asked when they came to a fork in the road that would take them to either the country like she wanted or back the way they came.
"Of course, Angel," Dallas said, looking at her a bit strangely. "You want this and all I want in life is for you to be happy. This is what I want, too."
"If you don't want to do this, you can turn around right now," said the blond, seeming to ignore his comment. "I won't stop you or force you into something that you don't want. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Angel. And this is why I'm here right now. I love you and I want to be with you for as long as I can. This sounds wonderful to me."
"It sounds so good to me, too," Angel said happily, lacing her fingers with his and smiling as Dallas went down the dirth path to the countryside.
//Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you
Closer to you
Cowboy take me away,
Closer to you//
{Three happy months later...}
Angel breathed in deeply. The scent of wildflowers was all around her as she sat down in the middle of her garden. This is surely what heaven must be like, Angel thought to herself happily.
As she reached down to pick a bright red flower, the kind that Dallas loved to see in her hair, she heard a noise that made her blood run cold. But before she could grab the switchblade she kept in her pocket from old habit, there was a sharp pain in her arm and she knew that this was the beginning of the end.
"DALLAS," she screamed at the top of her lungs. The door slammed open and Dallas came running out of the house with his gun like the devil was after him.
"Angel," he called, looking around for her wildly.
"Dally," she yelled, tears running down her cheeks as she clutched at the bend of her elbow, trying to stop the bleeding.
Dally rushed over to her side as fast as his legs would carry him. He gasped as he saw her wound. It was a snake bite. One of the fangs was still in the arm and it was bleeding rapidly. What were you supposed to do for snake bites, he thought rapidly. What did you do?
"Angie, it's all right," Dallas said trying to assure her as much as himself that everything was under control. Gently, he pulled the fang out at the exact moment another snake came to avenge it's commrad. This one bit one of Angel's calves, not letting go until it was good and ready. Dallas cocked his gun and blew it's head off as soon as it had let go of Angel.
Carefully, he picked her up and carried her in the house. He laid her down on their bed and ran to call the doctor.
"What do you mean it's gonna take three hours for someone to get out here," Dallas yelled into the phone at the lady who had answered. "She's gonna die of snake poison by then!"
"Sir, we're doing all we can," the woman yelled back in a panicked voice. "We can't go any faster!"
"Damnit," Dallas yelled, slamming the phone down on it's craddle. Three hours? And then they would have to treat her, that would take more time. It became clear to him that his Angel was going to die this day. But hell freeze over if he was going to give up that easily.
"Angie, honey," he asked weakly, kneeling beside the bed. "I'm so scared."
"I am too," she sobbed, fighting to control herself. She was shaking and sweating, all at the same time. Her skin was damp and pale.
"I'm-I'm gonna suck the poison out of your leg, darling," he said shakily, pushing the bedsheet away so her bitten leg was exposed. It had stopped bleeding but it was turning a sickly green and purple color.
"That won't work," she stated calmly as she could. "That only works in the movies. You'll die of poison, too."
"I know," Dallas admitted, closing his eyes against the tears. "But I would rather be dead with you and Johnny than here without either one of you."
"Don't," Angel protested weakly, but she couldn't stop him in her weakened condition. Dallas gently sucked on her pale, silky smooth calf, drawing some of the poison out and swallowed it all in one gulp.
"You dumbass," she said half-heartedly. "You're so stupid...why did you throw your life away for me..."
"Because I love you," was Dallas' only answer to her question.
Dallas climbed up beside her and took her shaking body into his arms. They muttered comforting love words to one another. And in a few hours, they both died, locked together like that.
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That's it for this chapter. I feel kinda strange writing these, but it's helping me get all of my frustrations out. But you know, there aren't many reviews for this story. Oh well, I can't really do anything to force you people to review. I would LIKE for you to review but I can't force you to. Please, review if you are reading this. It would make me feel better about my writing which I think sucks. Please review. I'm just asking for you to review. It's not like I'm asking for you to move the stars for me. Please. Later Days, Loyal Readers. Review.